It was never a misstep to ask for a few,
Even it did feel weird at times yet it was pure and true.  

It was surreal, unimaginable yet joyous times, like a dream.

Such in a graceful dance, how beautiful life is,
For the heart is not mine to dictate,
For the soul is not mine to possess.

Such in a tranquil, a quiet dark room,
Listening to the sounds of nature,
A waterfall fitting into the picture.

Such the state of grateful, in remembrance, in the living memories of sweetness stories, of happy moments, no longer a torment.

For the initials were barriers, for the waves to not destroy the sand castles of bottled feelings.
For the good endings, come into lovely shapes of a smile.